A sacrifice to the beast

I glanced at the battle against hornets—close to finishing, still nothing to worry about—then back at the dragon and bit my lip.

The dragon was hesitating.

With a corner of my eye, I saw Hammerwork land on a branch near me. Like me, she was intently watching the dragon. I let her—her desire to see the plan work out was as palpable as mine.

The dragon glanced left and right, made a few jumpy (and surprisingly light for its size) steps toward the bait, stretched out its neck to look at it closer, tilted its head left and right.

A few seconds later, it hopped into the air, flapping its wings several times and raising small clouds of dust and leaves in the air. Then it landed near the bait, close enough to reach for it.

I leaned forward so far that I almost fell off my porch.

This was the closest a dragon ever got to me! Usually, the distance between us was much safer, and much less exciting.